Gang of Yuusha

Widespread erosive monsters expanding their dominance - the object of what is considered "Demon Ice," a disease that was nestled in Elle Julius, was to grow.

There's a simple reason why you want to. Hunger. Unbearable hunger makes it so.

There was no oral cavity, and there should not be a stomach, but I was hungry. Also, I felt lost when I did nothing and didn't move. I feel like I'm losing myself.

That's why I'm unfamiliar - I even reached for the moving feed.

When it was ice pickled and sucked away something called vitality, it tasted thick, unlike the previous host. It's irresistibly sweet, like running from the tip of your tongue to your brain to your hips. It was so pleasant to tremble. Once you know it, it tastes like you can't stop.

I understood that my days of parasitizing into weak organisms and getting my body temperature to eat the sumptuousness were over.

There are no longer restrictions such as people's outer shells.

Being free felt good.

I felt liberated to be able to reach my hands and legs everywhere.

It is also fun to take away life force mixed with various human body temperatures and heat sources. There was also the best discovery. It tastes subtly different. I learned that the younger the better, the more vibrant the target should be. The prey is powerless and easy to hunt.

- But.

The time of reign ended abruptly.

There was a heterogeneous wind noise.

The leaves are twitching even though the wind is not blowing, and the atmosphere is trembling. There was altitude when I grabbed the audio source. It's the height you even have to look up to "Demon Ice". I gazed at the flying one. Two humans. He hugged the blonde's torso and the red-haired woman was sticking one hand out. Wet eyes in tears shine with squeezed determination.

"'Go around, prison flames! Drink up your sacrificial blood! God of Fire, settle down!

In response to the spell, the peachy demon squares rambled through the night sky.

The five configurations expand as they rotate.

The summoned Fire danced in the dark night and went mad. The figure is a snake with yellow eyeballs and an orange body.

Soaring around, the ground is scorched, and the heat is high enough to melt the ice to crawl through the ground at a fierce speed. The aim is the “arm” that was stretched. When I found out that I was incinerated, it made me more uncomfortable. No pain, but driven by fierce anger.

Modulation began to occur as a result of that.

Where it is not visible, it is cut down to something even the “roots” it is stretching. The visual range of Demon Ice corresponds to the main unit. The rest are just semi-automatically seeking prey. The degree of the general public fleeing defenselessly can defeat them as external enemies, but it will be a trick for those who decide to fight forgetting their fears.

Recognize the unpleasant as enemies.

Right now, he's the one who's creating the flames while flying.

Fly cold air out of the ejection hole - the identity is the supercooled cold air stored inside the ice.

Lead the subject to freeze in no time. It also had the effect of clouding vision by producing ice fog. I stretched my branches out of all directions into that gap and took a shot at the operator.

"Sheila, I'm gonna go a little faster!

"There's already magic! Hi-no-no!"

There was no preliminary motion, and the flying body plunged.

I'm trying to flirt with you in an anomalous motion without wings. I thought it was, I stagnated and cleverly avoided the attack. He is more deaf and smarter than a feather worm that crawls by the river.

He's the one who spits terrible flames and literally burns his hands.

Slowly attacked by a sense of hunger, The Devil's Ice remembered frustration.

If this happens, we have to do everything we can to deal with it.

When I assembled my suspicious arms, I became a mass.

A tremendous number of icy branches dance into the void. It was the equivalent of thousands of spear soldiers doing a spear attack.

It is powerful enough to penetrate people.

There's no way I can escape this tentacle curtain - but my flesh crept on the verge of hitting the flying body.

Something like a thin chain wrapped around my body in multiple weights.

It's a silver and iron alloy chain. There was a pattern of metal swords on the sides, crust punched in. I am bound by surprise. I missed my aim because of it.

Tracing the source of the chain, a man was stepping on his back in the clearance of the forest.

He tries to take charge of his shoulders, grips his chains, eats and binds his teeth as he slacks his face, and pours out the power of the whole spirit.

"Ugh, ooh, ooh, ooh!

What I was doing was like trying to pull a cedar for thousands of years of living. It's impotent from the side. But I just had to admit that "Demon Ice" couldn't move. Deemed power is being exerted.

The chain is pinned to the narrow end, and the tension can only be increased to the limit.

"Demon Ice" had no such thing as pain, but I could hear the ice armor that was clumped together freaking out.

Eat into the flesh covered with hard skins and the movement is enclosed until it is not cut off.

The man is willing to fix it so he doesn't run away.

"'It's a headwind fire!

When I distracted myself, a flame shoved the meat from the front. The fierce majesty of the heat wave tries to burn itself down. Root movement is also dull. Nutrition hasn't been sent since the battle began. Apparently, the enemy is much more hands-on than he thought. I don't have enough firepower to be burned round, but I felt like I was after something for a point.

I'm aiming for a previous dependency bill in the center of my body.

I don't know why you're after the loose shell, but maybe you're mistaken for a weakness.

That means - the more we have to do that, the more our enemies are hunted down.

If it lasts, you can win, "Devil Ice" thought.

I have no weaknesses. It also retains enormous vitality. At least, stronger than the humans with only a small body. Because it's not like when I was trapped in a cramped shell.

Leskia was consolidating her determination that she would have to take it down here.

I felt the fierceness and cunning of the target monster and fears of pulling it aroused.

Sheila's series of polar flame witchcraft is burning red flames in the forest area, and gradually the defensive circle is becoming what it planned to be. The fire is weak because of the rainfall, but only the foothold seems to manage. Over the night, reinforcements will come. The battle will be advantageous, but on the other hand, the casualties will increase.

She felt obliged to protect the good people around her.

The mission is nice. It evokes the power of will, and it drives out other evil thoughts. Being faithful to what is right also serves the purpose of living.

It's hard to burn a forest to hold a monster.

In order not to make any further sacrifices, we must destroy them as soon as possible.

Chaotic steam is spraying up from all over. The smell of human flesh burning. The bodies of frozen knights and gendarmes rolled onto the muddy ground, lying like yellowish shredded meat. Some of the rubble spilled from the collapsed walls rolled over and was crushed by it.

Reschia flies flutterly, avoiding the branches of his enemies that have been disturbed as he swirls suddenly.

Speed is slower than shells.

It's not that hard to read an attack.

Some cold winds are a precursor. Skin reacts to coolness. Even survived with experience and intuition. I can see it as a avoidable nature if I escape anywhere.

"Sheila!"

"Yes, sir"

The mage with the blue and white face put his hands together again and worked out the magic of the flames.

Sheila has more destructive power than Vermond. But they use it in the right direction. Fortunately, he's weak, so he's afraid to dye his hands of evil.

I set a goal - the giant tree is graceful, the damaged part of the tree skin swells like an ivo, dripping loose mucus. I took the power to live from people, and I felt that I was gradually becoming worthy and ugly of the dark.

Elle's flesh, which is turned into part of a tree, is a carcass. I know the shadow. Leskia was also a known person. She was a powerless daughter. He was trying to culminate in alchemy, but he was just a daughter who lived his life according to his father's intentions. That's the end of the impression.

You may have walked an unhappy fate - just because you are made part of a monster, you look sad to be left as an object.

Sheila spread her hands and retightened the protective junction.

The form of protection was similar to that of the Rubik's Cube. Reliant defensive witchcraft shall come to terms with character.

The entangling branches bend in the dark - the weak, thin ones bounce on the protective wall, and the thick ones just approached the body as they moved against the zigzag.

"Ugh."

"Demon Ice" shifted to an unexpected means of attack.

Leskia's glimpse of the death of a human made her feel like a demon. It's a rolling corpse throw. Stop relying on the kinematic performance of the branches and the ice wind, they throw the human body at you. It is hell to be littered with pieces of crushed flesh. Leskia looked up to this, too.

Hit the protective wall, shatter the stirrups and bones, and the crisp, flattering surfaces bloodshed.

Mobility drops dramatically - where.

"Ah."

Grab the chained body and shoot it off. Shoji, who is on the ground, is collecting those thrown by Demon Ice. I knew the operating performance of the Devil's Sword Glife, but I still thought Leskia was useful. It would be technique to move it freely, but I envy it.

The distance is approaching. It's in the enemy's nose. The branches of "Demon Ice" bumped into each other. I'm not used to melee. The time has come to wield the qualities that were kept warm.

"Now, don't fall!

The 'Phase Heavy Kill', which is Leskia's back hand, puts qualities on the whirlwind leg.

The gravitational waves were released in a spiral. Gravity is the power that comes with it. You can turn that fulcrum, squeeze and tear them apart if you disturb them. I was hesitant to use it because of its cruelty and poor image after the move, but I don't need to forgive my opponent for this one.

The move drifted onto the surface of the ice. Peel and twist that the ice chunk that was covering "Demon Ice" should be. Ice pieces scatter and brown bark holes widen. The blow of the invisible cannon penetrated the main body, emptying a wind hole ten meters wide. About half the width. Elle's body could not disappear. The whole tree flutters all the time.

Shit, time's up.

"Ha..."

The wear and tear was also severe, and Reschia, who roughed up his breathing, went into a state of stagnation.

That became alarming.

"Ah."

- Shh, and the sound of cutting the wind has been delayed.

Munchies of branches over the speed of sound emerged from the blind spot and struck Leschia from the head. Protection smashes and crashes with the Sheila you hold. On the verge of crashing into the hard ground, he mobilized a total sense of no. Use the qualities as a buffer material to soften the impact of the drop.

As she fell into the grass, Sheila hit her back and fainted.

"Ah, uhh..."

"Ugh... I don't know..."

I looked up with both hands. Even with the Special Attack, Demon Ice plays as if nothing happened. The fibers joined each other so that the proper cells would bond, and the wind holes were blocked.

Destroying what appears to be the core has no effect.

Looking up, despair dominated the thought. The monster is slowly approaching whether he is willing to finish this one. The presence was increasing. Branches have grown that take away body temperature.

Silver wire runs through the hollow. Branches were dropped.

The man holding the double sword looked refreshingly happy.

"Well, I thought this would happen."

Shoji crouched as he saw Leskia's bitter running face. Even as she crawled, she wasn't disinclined to fight. Her blonde hair was muddy and her clothes were thinly dirty, but her light green eyes twitched. He also has a face that he sees more than once as beautiful. I look pathetic, but I'm not willing to laugh.

But it seemed to see another side of her being weakened by the mighty, which would be a careless story but a little pleasant.

"What do you mean?!

Roared, Shoji nodded with a flamboyant face.

"Somehow, I didn't think it was a weakness. It's not going to be that easy, you know... empirically. You weren't sure."

"I am, though. We'll just have to bet... I mean, we're pulling out."

"You don't have to. It's over now. You're serious, you did good, Leskia. This is definitely the way to victory."

I summoned one of the demon swords I was flying. One blade returns from across the chain. A man's arm was pierced at the tip of the blade.

Leskia was surprised at the sleeve she looked familiar. It's Louis Hawk's arm.

Shoji was staring at the Devil's Sword, so she was caught by it too.

After careful observation, there was a cavity in the center of the blade and in the edge of the blade like the contents of the needle. Tapu and blood are collected. Louis Hawk's arm was freaking out and shuddering into small pieces. I'm sucking blood for a little bit.

"It's the demon sword an old vampire had. I killed him a long time ago... but he sucks the blood of the person he hurt. Disgusting sword, but fits my qualities. It's a mechanism that leads from the palm of your hand to the blood vessels."

"Hih."

Sheila screamed briefly.

Because the arteries were raised from the right arm to the neck muscle and blood was flowing.

There will also be disorders due to differences in blood type, but is the person washed by super resilience? Was it also a gift to get rid of toxins?

Shoji didn't look too good.

"Louis Hawk died right next to that young lady. I thought there was a piece of the body. I'm more of a bandit than a brave man. The god of" enhancement "was also my longing, I'm glad I got it."

"Shoji, you... can you steal the qualities of a brave man?

"I was born and wanted. There is a time limit depending on the amount and physical condition, but if you continue drinking, you can continue. Other than that, I stole another one because I was confused by the dsaxa. I had every chance to steal this guy."

A vial of potion on the palm of your hand.

It is also a light orange mixed potion - atomic potion.

"By the divinity of 'enhancement', we create rain clouds. Let's get him to do it himself after Louis Hawk"

Twist the cork bottle and unseal.

Blinking white light sparkled, and the filamentous light that made darkness diffuse.

Then a change occurred at the mouth of the bottle. Momentum is generated by mystical forces and becomes a black cloud.

Rising above, rain clouds spread everywhere, occupying the great sky.

It rained to turn life into sand. Shoji narrows his focus. I believed I could make it into a Louis Hawk and I couldn't possibly do it myself. In fact, you're right.

The Vocal Cordless "Devil Ice" suffered and was trying to defend itself with an ice wall, but Shoji continued his qualities as he drank a stiff and perfect potion.

The ice is dissolved in moisture and reaches the body.

Continuity helps even when purity drops.

Cut off the prey - I'm not going to get out of hand until I kill you. Tomorrow and the day after, it will surely fall for more than a week, but it is the end of the dream of becoming a brave man (Guardian Braver) of the Royal Palace. You can cooperate at the end of Louis Hawk.

"Shoji, that, if you report this feat..."

"I'm done dreaming of glory. Monster extermination is a hassle."

The sound of the raindrops sounded well in the silence.

There was no terminal demon, and the great tree vanished into sand.